Hey people! This is my first story, so please, no flames. Reviews and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome and encouraged! This isn't my original first Chapter for this story, I built on the original because it was too short and lacked a lot of needed info. Hope you like it!

P.S The story may seem really depressive, but it does brighten up a little later on.

Thanks to SunsetWanderer!

Percy

It had been 3 months since Annabeth had died, and still, just thinking about her burned. His friends had not understood what had happened down in those deep depths of Tartarus, the sacrifice Annabeth made for him. He could still hear her screams as she plunged further and further away from him. However, that didn't matter anymore because he had been torn out of his family of demigods and everyone, even his father, turned a blind eye as the campers threw him out. Percy Jackson, once a great hero, now nothing more than a crumbling wreck.

Every day he regretted what he had done, but it was too late for that now. He now was lying in a forgotten corner of New York. He couldn't bear leaving the city, after all, he had lost everything else. All he had left was the city. A cool breeze crept under his coat, bitter and merciless, taking the last of Percy's warmth. I wonder, he thought numbly, if Aeolus was doing that just to spite him and he then tried to curl up further into himself. As he fell into a dark, troubled sleep, he began to doubt that the Olympians cared enough to even bother Aeolus for the wind.

The memory was crystal clear, like it had happened this morning. It was a beautiful day, we had just returned to Camp Half-Blood because we had finally defeated Gaea. Percy would have smiled and chattered, like all the others, but the pain of losing Annabeth was still raw. The campers who had stayed behind came running up to the group, hugging them and welcoming them home. Even Percy managed a smile for a few minutes, until Nyssa had burst through the crowd and said "Where's Leo?"

The Seven spun to face her, all traces of their smiles gone. Percy winced, another friend lost. Leo had sacrificed himself to close the Doors of Death, as they needed to be closed from the inside. Piper stepped forward "I am sorry, Nyssa. His courage and heroism will be remembered by all." She said sadly before turning away, into the arms of Jason, tears heavily falling across her cheeks.

Nyssa shook her head in disbelief, hoping to see Leo jump out from behind the crowd. The two had grown close in the building of the Argo II and the whole Hephaestus had depended on Leo for his leadership and ingenuity. And now he was gone. She turned away and walked back towards her cabin, along with most of her siblings. All of a sudden, the others campers swarmed towards the Seven, which is the Five now, asking where this person was and why the crew of the Argo II weren't here. The original crew had landed with the Five at Camp Jupiter, but none had come back from it because they had been caught in the fight there. Yet more sad faces and teary cheeks. Then Malcolm strode out of the crowd, "Where is Annabeth?" he said.

The Five all turned to look at Percy, along with Malcolm and the rest of camp now. Percy swallowed, a heaviness settling over him making it hard to breathe. He had hoped he wouldn't have to tell them, that somehow they would find out. At least that's what his imagination had hoped. "She didn't make it out," he said, he looked directly at his feet, unable to look at anyone, "I'm sorry, Malcolm. I am so sorry."

Percy looked up, only to see Malcolm staring at him, a brightness of tears beginning to show in his eyes. Malcolm walked towards him and fiercely whispered "You promised me, Percy. You promised."

The guilt was stronger now, Percy remembered. When he and Annabeth had started dating, Malcolm had pulled him aside and asked him to look after Annabeth. Percy had taken it jokingly until Malcolm had stared him in the eye and made him promise to look after her. Of course, he had promised him to always look out for her. Now Percy had broken that promise, severely in fact. Annabeth had said she would stay in Tartarus so he could go back to the living world. Malcolm walked away with the Athena cabin and now the only people left were the Five, the Aphrodite cabin, the Demeter cabin and the newest campers. They all looked directly at Percy with disbelief and disgust. Wasn't the mighty Percy Jackson meant to be able to look after himself, defeat any monster, they all thought. Now he needed someone to die for him. Everyone now walked away, leaving Percy standing alone on the hill as even the rest of the Five had left. Percy was hurt and angry. Why are they blaming me for Leo's and Annabeth's deaths? Both of them chose their fates and he mourned for them as well, he thought angrily as he walked into his cabin. He fell on to the bed and sat wondering if, in fact, the deaths were his fault. Then, in the present day, a screech startled Percy from his memory-dream and he looked up to see a Harpy rocketing towards him. He internally sighed, he never seemed to be able to a fitful sleep, monsters continuously waking him and forcing him to move to another place.

2 months he had been on the streets, stealing to survive and yet still the monsters chased him. It had gotten worse, more monsters everyday, and he hadn't slept properly since… well he couldn't remember. Even the mighty Perseus Jackson was ready for defeat now; he did not think he could withstand the next monster. That was until the Wildgirl found him.

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